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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.