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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Can 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.