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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.