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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.