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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.