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 Botswana and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
the Normal,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.