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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.