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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.