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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.