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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Association to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.