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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.