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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Dennis Brown 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.