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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Count Five,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
CMW,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.