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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.