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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.