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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Franke,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.