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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
New Order,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.