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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.