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 Benin 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.