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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.