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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.