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 United States 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.