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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.