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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
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.