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 Belgium and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.