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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.