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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.