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 Uganda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.