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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Smoke,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.