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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.