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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.