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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.