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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Wire,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.