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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.