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 Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Television,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.