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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.