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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Can,
The Mummies,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.