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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.