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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.