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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.