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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.