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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.