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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
cv313,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
The Residents,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.