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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.