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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.