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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Pop Group to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Franke,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.