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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Magazine to the grunge 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.