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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.