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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.