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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.