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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Marc Almond 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.