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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
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.