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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.