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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.