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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
The Move,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Television,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.