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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.