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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.