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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.