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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Monks to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
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.