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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Nas,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.