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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.