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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Ponytail,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.