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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.