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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Television,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.