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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Techniques to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Slave,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Lalann,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.