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 Chad and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the jazz 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.