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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Magma,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.