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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Standells to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.