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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.