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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
John Cale,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.