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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.