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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.