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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Fear,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.