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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.