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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Index to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.