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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.