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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.