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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
CMW,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.