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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Magma,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.