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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Index to the disco 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.