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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Can,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.