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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.