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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Television,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.