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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.