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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Fear,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.