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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.