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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 UT to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Swans,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.