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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.