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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.