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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.