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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.