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 Malaysia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.