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 Vanuatu 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
the Germs,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.