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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.