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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.