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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.