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 Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.