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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Tears for Fears to the rock 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.