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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.