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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.