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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Technova,
Roxette,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Smog,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.