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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.