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 Chile and from Houston.
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 Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.