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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.