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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 John Holt to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.