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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Misunderstood to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Can,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.