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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.