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 Lucia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.