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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.