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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.