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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.