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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Franke,
The Names,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.