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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.