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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.