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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.