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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.