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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.