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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.