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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.