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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.