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 Korea South and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.