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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.