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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Evens to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.