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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.