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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.