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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.