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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 güiro 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.