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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.