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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.