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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.