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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.