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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Smog,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.