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 Greece and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.