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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.