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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Cameo 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 techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.