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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Franke,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.