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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.