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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.