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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.