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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.