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 Israel 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Visage,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.