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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.