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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.