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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.