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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Wings to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.