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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.