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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cure to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.