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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
UT,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
PIL,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.