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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
MDC,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.