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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime 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?
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.