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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.