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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.