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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.