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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
June Days,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.