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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 10cc to the techno 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.