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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.