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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.