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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.