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 Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.