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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Japan,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.