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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.