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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Monks to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.