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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.