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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.