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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.