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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.