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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.