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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.