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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s 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 The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.