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 Chile and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Golliwogs to the disco 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Whodini,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.