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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon 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?
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.