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 Mexico 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.