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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.