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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Wire,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.