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 Netherlands 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Can to the funk 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Magma,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.