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 Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.