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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.