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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Slave,
June Days,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.