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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.