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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.