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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.