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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.