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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Wire,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.