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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Can,
Index,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.