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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.