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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Echospace,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.