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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.