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 Vietnam and from London.
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 Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Gong,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.