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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.