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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.