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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
The Fall,
Television,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Can,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.