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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
June of 44,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
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.