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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Index,
UT,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.