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 Turkey 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Human League,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.