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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.