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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.