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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.