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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.