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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.