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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
X-101,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.