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 Barbados 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
The Move,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.