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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.