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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
June Days,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
JFA,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.