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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the rap 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.