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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Brick,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.