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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Qualms,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.