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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.