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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.