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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.