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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.