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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.