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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.