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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.