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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Slave,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
The Cure,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.