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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Gong,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
MDC,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.