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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.