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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Wire,
New Order,
MC5,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.