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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Monks,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.