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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.