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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.