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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Neu!,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.