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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.