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 Mozambique and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.