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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.