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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.