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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.