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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.