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 Korea North and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.