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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Bad Manners to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.