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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.