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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
June Days,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.