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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Q65,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.