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 Brazil and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Lyres,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
The Litter,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.