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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Japan,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.