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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.