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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.