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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Swans,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.