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 Madagascar 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.