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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.