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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.