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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.