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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.