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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.