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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Invisible,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.