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 Uzbekistan 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.