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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.