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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.