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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.