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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.