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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
10cc,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.