Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.