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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.