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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Television to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Ossler,
AZ,
The Motions,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.