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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.