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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
June Days,
Wings,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.