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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.