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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the punk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.