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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Smog,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.