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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.