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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.