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 Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.