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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.