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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 cv313 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.