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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.