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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.