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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.