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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
The Techniques,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.