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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
10cc,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.