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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Japan,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.