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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.