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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.