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 Philippines and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes 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?
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.