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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.