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 Poland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.