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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.