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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.