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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.