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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.