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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Organ,
Monolake,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.