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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.