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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.