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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.