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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.