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 Canada 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.