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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.