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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.