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 Monaco 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Mars,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.