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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.