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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.