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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Ronan,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.