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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.