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 Guatemala 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Dual Sessions to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.