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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
cv313,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.