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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.