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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.