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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
The Slits,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.