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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.