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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.