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 Nigeria 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.