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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Rascals to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.