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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
CMW,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.