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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.