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 Korea South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.