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 Spain 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.