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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 the Human League to the disco 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.