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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.