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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.