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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.