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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.