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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.