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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the techno 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.