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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.