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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.