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 Kazakhstan 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.