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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.