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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.