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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fuzztones to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.