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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.