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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Scion,
Visage,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.