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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.