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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.