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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.