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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.