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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Erasure,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.