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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.