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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.