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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.