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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.