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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Intrusion 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.