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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
MDC,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.