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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.