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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.