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 San Marino 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.