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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.