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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.