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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.