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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.