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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.