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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
X-101,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Mars,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.