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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.