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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.