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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Rekid to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.