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 the UAE 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.