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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.