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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Can,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.