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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.