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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.