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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.