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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Cramps to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Technova,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.