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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.