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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Symarip,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.