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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 the Slits to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.