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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.