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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.