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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.