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 Tonga 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.