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 India and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.