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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 guitar 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.