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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.