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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.