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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Television,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.