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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.