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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.