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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.