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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.