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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.