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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza 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?
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Wings,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.