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 Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.