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 Ghana 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 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 The Invisible to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.