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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Crime,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.