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 Panama and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.