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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Rakim,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.