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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.