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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Wings,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.