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 Angola and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.