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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
June Days,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.