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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
New Order,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.