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 Taiwan 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.