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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Can,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.