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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.