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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.