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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.