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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Lyres,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.