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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.