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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.