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 Liberia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Pop Group to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.