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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
cv313,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.