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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Wings,
Fear,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.