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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Mars,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.