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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.