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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.