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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.