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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Japan,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.