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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.