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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.