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 Jamaica 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.