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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
X-101,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
The Saints,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.