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 Sri Lanka 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.