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 South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Skriet,
Fear,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.