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 Denmark 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.