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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.