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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.