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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.