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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Can,
cv313,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.