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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
The Smoke,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.