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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Swans,
Crime,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.