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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.