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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.