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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.