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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.