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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Raincoats to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.