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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.