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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
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.