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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges 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?
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
The Names,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.