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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.