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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
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The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Q65,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.