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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Television,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.