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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
DNA,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.