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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Can,
Derrick May,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.