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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.