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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.