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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the 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.