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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.