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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.