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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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Television,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.