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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.