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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.