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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the grime 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Wings,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.