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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Lyres,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.