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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Index,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.