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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.