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 and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.