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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.