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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.