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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sparks to the funk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.