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 Sri Lanka 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.