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 Belarus and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.