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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Nas,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.