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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.