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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
AZ,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.