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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 The Slits to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.