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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.