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 Netherlands 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.