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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pagans to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.