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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.