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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.