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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.