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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.