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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.