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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.