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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.