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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.