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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh 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 electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
MDC,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.