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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.