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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.