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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.