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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.