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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.