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 Zambia and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.