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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
X-101,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.