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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Audionom,
10cc,
Moebius,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.