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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.