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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
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 Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.