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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the punk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
CMW,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.