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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Move to the disco 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.