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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
The Victims,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.