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 Vanuatu 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.