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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.