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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 guitar 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.