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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.