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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.