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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.