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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
MC5,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.