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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.