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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.