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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.