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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.