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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.