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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Franke,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.