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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.