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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.