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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Roxette,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Brick,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.