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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.