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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.