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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.