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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.