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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.