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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.