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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Technova,
ABC,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.