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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
The Move,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.