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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.