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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Wire,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.