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 Jordan 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.