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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.