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 Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 rap 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.