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 Zimbabwe 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.