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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.