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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.