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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.