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 Fiji 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.