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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.