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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.