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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 808 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.