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 Zambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.