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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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.