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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.