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 Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.