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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.