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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.