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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 The Mummies to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.