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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
AZ,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.