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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Slits,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.